Occasional Poem

Two ships
White and black
Pull up side by side
One fighting for war
And one fighting for peace

The flags wave
The whistles blow
Masking the fact that it's
Just war
After all
More people dying
More lives lost
Just this time in an iron tomb
Instead of being laid to rest on the ocean floor

And then the cannons start
The blasting of metal hitting metal
The screams and tears
The flags stop waving
The whistles stop blowing
And the crowds stop cheering
To witness
What has been laid there before them

Have we made a mistake?
Have we doomed ourselves and our children and grandchildren by doing this?
It seemed so simple
Just an advancement
Advancement comes with a cost
Just one more human life
One out of billions

One ship pulls away
Victorious
But are they really?
One more human falls.